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Westbow Sep 2012
An old tree is
Embracing the soil
Embracing the sky
Without a will

Simply, to thrive
Just as easily
To die
Rid of evening chants

Lacking logic, lacking time
Each thread
Integrates
Thoughtlessly

But we
With ladders of misery
With counts and scales
And endless isolation machines
Our soil is dust
And fabled peace
Lies dormant

Rust creeps over
Our ploughs and tractors...
softcomponent Jun 2014
Up as early as the dawn, clouds sifting leftward westward shimmer and drip-- half like empty crystal void, half like deep-ocean Mariana's Trench with happy-little-pockmarks all up-in-between.

What in the Heroes am I doing up so early on a Thursday morning? Not sleeping. Downloading new video games via Pirate Bay. Watching old-analog-rendition documentaries from History Channel circa early 2000's-- one doc in particular about U.S. government tests on unwilling (and largely unknowing) civilian populations. I as the orifice and experiencier of the world at large, all at ONCE THRU THE EYEZ and at TWICE THRU THE BRAINIAL CRANIAL and out thru the thoughts and words and cramped headspace full of starships, *******, eloquent and twisting sunrise dimensionals...

The Internet? It'll make you the universe as-if you weren't the universe already!
Straight through the blood and sweat and 'it's-too-earlies-for-this.' You wanted a bit of laughter, and that's exactly what you got.

Though it time-lapses across my faulty-flick'ring eyelids, I can tell past the Buddha-Bottle-Buddha-Themed-Beer sitting empty on the windowsill amidst a wild collection of coffee cups and power converters that the Sun sees the Capital Letters that were written out line-for-line in Times New Roman across my RNA-DNA slow-Saganite Cosmic Poetry by God the Author.

Eyelids are heavy and yet inverted and living-- real and concerned with loving the affair of life rather than the marriage! Life as an unofficial longevity-but-not-forever kinda thing.. like young love, old love, marriage, too, when you really get down to it.. just confused little souls feeling pulled to one another in the proverbial Dark Under the Sunlight and Illuminated by Aurora Borealis Forever-Daytime-Forever-Nighttime-Forever.. Syrian rebels waking up on a Monday morning to the sound of gunfire and ALLAHU AKBAR's in distance.. creeps, yea, a television Evangelist preaching God is Love and God Treats His Children Like Children (discipline the soul, yes? discipline the soul!) (**** the widow and ask her why you did it)

All the preaching homelessers who think they've found God in the same dark alleyway they found their snot-drenched headaches every casted winter night-- neglected by the Government, always remembered by the God-- Lucifer (Government, Passivity, Watchful Indifference), and God (A Few Dollars Here and There, A Shamanic Vision at Franciscan Ascetic Extremity) aaaahhhh all bungled-up and waiting for a Savior when the Savior is themselves or the debt they owe to Royal Life Ltd. and we wait like the rest of them, they angry over my no-dollars-to-spare ("look, I make rent, I grab groceries, I pay debt. In all likelihood, you have more money than I do right now. I'd love to help you out if our poverty's weren't so close to kissing") all such rudeness in one respect and yet delinquently honest.. how I can admire the travelling Hippie Bands reckless abandon and yet never forget to fear Abandon..

and all the preaching Home-Leasers.. the strangeness' clad in glass and patchwork straight-black perm-pressed leadership stench and pastel markers smeared across the sidewalk.. ".. if you take away your consideration of the company's weak future bond equity, there are three different ways we could tackle this project.." busy-ness-man.. snarky and corrected with a Job To Do. But Who Am I?

A Job To Do. A Job To Do Do Do Do.

NOT so much A Job Well Done (Never Quite A Job Well Done) (serendipity has a crease-and-fold collective opinion of our concrete jungles and military juntas.. "'I can't even watch the game tonight.. Brasilia is the capital of Brazil?' 'Sao Paulo, you drunk buffoon.''No, Brasilia!' 'Sao Paulo!'")
stupors, collect-calls, drag-queens, militant armies and school shooters in bullet-proof vests all the best, all the best.. what I wanted was a reason to crease my forehead all adult-like and say to the kid, "I really think you'd do a lot better in computer networking.. check the job statistics! international openings are through the ROOF.." and she sighs at the weight of every crush-ed dream coalescing into filmy-slime-froth at top of inadequately-heated Cream of Mushroom Soup.. what silty salty ****.. all the parochial worldviews of the 20th century being swallowed in the Liberal Boom and Bust, Boom and Bust, Boom and Big ***** ***** ***** Bloated ***** (click the link and see your fantasies pass Disney's red-light and hit **** ******* with a vintage glass bottle of ol' Coca Cola Noir)..

After a sleepless neverend night, I stayed up and bored on the black leather couch with my roommates cat waltzing in-an-out-an-in-an-out still confused at his relatively recent move to our war-zone clone of a home.. poor ******* of a cat, names Tonic.. has a bred sister named Gin.. drink a cup of joseph trying to finish illegal-pirate of newest Splinter Cell (sadly o'sad it demands too much on the vide-ah card and lags all creative and bleepy) all the steam from my ****-preground coffee in'ah French press doves upward to the window and the clouds sifting leftward westward shimmer and drip.. I contemplate concerta to stay perked-out and take a shower, pop just that, XL release concerta.. not sleeping makes it strangest experience, uncomfortable at first.. pressures in lower jaw, electric tightness at tips of front teeth as I talk myself down on the 6 to Royal Oak Exchange via Downtown all freaky-vibed anxieties about my blurring vision and perhaps eternal cross-eyes I avoid looking at reflections *** they father me out of my bedroom, warm sanity.. warm seance dance-arounds-a'naked-and-praise.. I feel okay now, though. Better than okay, I feel elated and awake as if I slept a solid 9-some hours and Alex to left writing stories of horse-drawn labor with Petter on Skype telling tales of his not-so-gladness to be home in Norway for another 3-weeks.

A group of hearty-look hardly-look investors in stock business pajamas march past in strange rabble on way, perhaps, to next coffee joint down road. The unfamiliar block next to window I sit near seems as mysterious in existence as Diagon Alley.. where in the fuckssakes is it, exactly? I once ventured to find out and came across library courtyard I tagged as future-reading locale. The hungry sun above was at snowblind potential and eating away at my lack of protected retinas. I've stopped worrying about protection as it all dis-integrates equally careful.

And it's our covert motives that give us reason to shame-- unrealistic to be ashamed, but ashamed you'll be anyway for disliking the guy or avoiding the girl and slithering into a fetal position to deflect the ***-flack from Moral Mike. You escape yourself successfully, and douse the city in gasoline machines for another 15 years 'til our fossil fuels shivvy dribble flop fade into literal thin air.. bubye.. the sun is getting brighter with every passing minute, it's all summery out and I'm inside typelocking myself to a circumferenced earth at the tip of my bleeding fingers. I'm just waiting for apostrophe, and realize that, some day, I will be a fuel source too (you're welcome, Succeeding Race).

and all races are inevitably lost. This is not the cynics drawl.

it is optimism.
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
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VENUS62 Jul 2014
When the neurons
process the vocabulary
acquired and integrates
integrity with observations and truisms
there emerges an algorithm
perfect in metre and in rhythm
creating a poetry contrived

When the neurons in tranquility
along with the heart engage
in emotions happy or sad
and reflect on nature with wonder
Or simply ponder
On the complexities of life
Or dreams asleep
Or awake immerses in the divine
There is a genesis from the soul
Of a kernel of truth and joy
designed to touch another soul
Thus is born a poem
that freely respires
ensuring a legacy
that truly inspires*!
Star BG Jan 2021
Putting mind in first gear,
I  prance and romance
moment.

Senses heighten
spiraling into breath.
Eyes focus,
as light integrates dark of night.

Dancing steps
grace my steady pace,
Gentle of voice mergers
with precious birds.


New baby day emerges
as if I be chick hatched
from fertile egg.

An egg born of universe.
Born to sing song of gratitude.
First poem of the day. saw the word gear and it insired me.
Star BG Mar 2019
Winged souls harmonize
in voices divine,
as star chandlers
bring light to moment.

As angels sing to celebrate
all who wander on Earth.

Citadel is built by heartbeats mortar,
and love bricks guided by constellations
form grand monuments.

Light integrates with dark
for a parade of love to anchor
while new pyridines become reality.

And as life's carousel continues to turn
expanding self, we gracefully walk
with wind, rain, and sun at our backs.
Inspired by zebra a grand poet who dances with pen.
Star BG Apr 2019
I shall wander with the
beauty of my souL
The gentle breeze
that bonds with breath.
The moment that echoes in heartbeat.

Fingers dance with pen.
Ink becomes a rolling wave.
And my eyes see stars
to wish upon.

I wander as footsteps
celebrate life’s song
inside fearlessness and calm.
For my soul is woven within
so I cant loose.

Love overpowers senses.
Light integrates dark.
Peace becomes reality
to savor as gratitude anchors.

And as I drift inside grace,
I shall see the butterflies beauty
and catch a miracle
that God gifts me
in this my lifetime on earth.
I put on some nice music and out this poem came.
Star BG Mar 2018
I follow,
follow,
follow,
the inspiration wherever it leads.
The spark that gives power to pen.
Expanding breath that bonds inside hands.
The light that integrates with words.

I follow,
follow,
follow
the inspiration wherever it leads.
The scenes that penetrate eyes.
Open ears that perk from birds.
The heart that whispers with song.

I follow
follow,
follow,
the moment that gives me purpose,
celebrating with gratitude
the inspiration where ever it leads.
Inspired by chat with Diya
Star BG Oct 2017
Inside craters of mind I wander,
feeling fumes of dark energies rise.

Shadow figures embark
attempting to take sanity,
trying to drown self in sea of sorrows
where pity is infused in undertow.

Breath of inner resolve circles within
building momentum,
as standing position is taken
to conquer negativity.

Reprograming process commences
as craters become basins of light.
Deep breath integrates voice
saying farewell to dark
Hello to self love.

Inside pause under moon rays,
warrior within takes over.
Affirmations fly
as each word
is knife of power. cutting away dark.
“I’m a trooper who shall never give up.”
“I will conquer demons from past lives.”
“I believe in self and am sacred.”

Canyon of heart resonates
with power phases enkindling peace,
in all cells as mind pattens of past sadness
find exit route with another breath.

Light hugs inside delicate song
ridding self of baggage of loneliness.

And freedom rings while heartbeats plays
Never alone. Never alone, evermore.
I read a poem about being trapped in loneliness and feeling alone so this poem was born.
wordvango Jan 2018
Just as lime
As the soil
Integrates
Sinew and bone
Tastes
All that made man
Into a lad

Just a breeze
Insinuated
Weakness in sight of
An oak trees majesty
Or a
Steeple
Browned eyes askew
Down tween everlast
And yesterday
Came
Jamie L Cantore Jan 2016
"What does a fish know about the water in which he swims?"

"Before God we are equally wise and equally foolish."

Do you believe in immortality? "No, and one life is enough for me."

"God always takes the simplest way."

"I do not believe in the God of Theology who rewards good and punishes evil."

"God does not care about our mathematical difficulties, He integrates empirically."

"God does not play dice."

"God may be subtle, but he isn't malicious."

"I cannot imagine a God who rewards and punishes the objects of His creation and is but a reflection of human frailty."

"I want to know God's thoughts... the rest are details."

"It was the experience of mystery-even if mixed with fear-that engendered religion."

"Morality is of the highest importance, but for us, not for God."

"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior Spirit who reveals Himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind."

"When the solution is simple, God is answering."

"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods."

"Science without religion is lame; religion without Science is blind."

More available upon request...
Einstein was a Believer in God is my only point.
Nic Mac May 2018
why do i stop?
why do i look away?
to the wall, to the lamp,
to anything, to refocus, to look.
to not roll back my eyes into dreams with you.
why?
why not let myself lose my mind?
yet?
just yet.
no matter how much i want to fall and forget,
forget myself and how i stand,
or even once had stood,
to let knees bend back and forget their place.
just so,
the way they wish,
the way they should.
why do i stop?
why do i wait?
why?
no doubt in my mind, do not mistake me.
nothing of this is an apprehensive state,
see.
i do not wish to hesitate,
but my past precipitates, integrates and forces me to be sure,
to hold you an inch apart.
wanting more.
i’m so close to drowning,
all i have to do is breath and i’ll be lost in you.
i want more.
an inch away from you,
just and inch,
right now,
needing this,
today an inch,
forever i could miss.
Victoria S Mar 2014
Patient F
presents with a
special syndrome
of false masculinity and
dejection.

He is on the border of a
manic-depressive
diagnosis.

He asks, “Doesn’t your mother have a
lot of
problems?”

One is tempted to say
that he’s the one
with problems.

One settles for both. Both of you guys do.


He raises his voice to spark fear
and assume authority,
but when he’s at the other’s
mercy,
he lowers
his voice
— almost pleading,
nearly completely
complacent
and nearing
indifference —  
and wins the other’s
trust.

“The other” is his wife.

When he addresses his daughters, he is stern,
joking,
and sometimes completely
“away.” Not exactly
there.

One doesn’t completely know when to approach him.
Once a simple question turned into a threat.

Patient F is impatient.
He looks out the window,
he stares at his iPad,
he angrily rakes leaves
or toils under a car,
and he stays awake at night until five in the morning.

Community college is a blur.

He integrates his feelings into essays, but the
words
aren’t quite
spelt right.
You understand him, though, when you want to.

Going home on the train and getting a disappointed message from him was
hell.
One isn’t exactly sure where the intonation is, but you
fear for the anger awaiting you under the porch light.

Many things aren’t explained to him.
American parents have instilled values into him
that he
doesn’t really care about
anyway.

The other is a foil rather than a partner.

Pain and politics —
Another day in the life

Of Patient

F
Star BG Jan 2019
I take a breath at morning light,
moving in depths of heart
where gems of words pour
and emotions sprout.

Where light integrates dark
and dreams manifest.

I take a step at daybreak,
where baby day unfolds
and diamond words get worn
on sleeve to write thoughts.

Where steps of dance balance
and light expands.

I take a moment at night
where stars of twinkling words
center behind eyes as diamond verse
to be woven upon page.

Where hand follows heart,
and heart beats with gratitude.

I take a breath laying upon bed,
aligning with gift of sleep.
A sweet place where I dream,
scouting out places of grand mystery.

Where beating doorway of heart
and songs become words dear.
whispering with morning birds
to scribe a poem but again.
Inspired by Sobbingsoul. Thanks you are a gift
Star BG Oct 2018
I live life with a smile
as I look to wind
As I move through obstacles.
to celebrate life.

New Energies get captured in heart
to fly.
New moments unfold to experience
harmony.

I live life with a smile,
as light integrates dark
As harmony spreads
like virus.

I live moving with miracles.
Inspired by kurt Carmen Thank you
Star BG Oct 2019
OH TO TASTE THE ENERGIES OF ENLIGHTENMENT.
TO BREATHE DEEP,
AND CONNECT TO SORCE WITHIN
THAT PULSATES.

OH TO STAND BALANCED WITH NATURE
AND ITS DIVINE ALLIES.
TO MOVE GRACEFULLY LIKE WIND
CROSSING SACRED SHORE.

OH TO DANCE WITH WISDOM
REALIZING THE TRUE PUROSE OF LIFE.
TO GO WHERE NO HUMAN HAS GONE BEFORE.
CROSSING THRESHOLD OF TIME

OH TO BE IN MOMENTS TORNADO OF CONSCIOUSNESS.
TO AWAKEN TO PLACE WHERE HARMONY LIVES.
WHERE LIGHT INTEGRATES DARK
WHERE CELEBRATION BEGINS
AND HEART OPENS TO TASTE, DIGEST, AND MOVE
IN PEACE ETERNAL.
It is more effective if when you read it you take a breath in-between paragraphs
Star BG Oct 2018
I am on the edge of my seat,
with excitement.
Anticipation for new beginnings
to anchor on earthly home.  

Energies rise tickling senses,
as dark integrates into my light.
As those who
causing atrocities to humanity
are rounded up and exposed.

I am on the edge of my seat,
with Intention.
Focus to stand as avatar
for new times that echo truth.
Ready to forgive the dark ones
to wish them farewell
and move as co-creators peaceful.

NO MORE lies and fake news will be tolerated.
NO MORE inventions being held back from the world.
NO MORE keeping secrets is acceptable
NO MORE controlling us to be prisoners with invisible bars.
NO MORE orchestrations that encourage hate.
AND NO more abuse of our children will be tolerated.

I am at the edge of my seat
with optimism that WE the people
will reclaim this planet.
That WE will take back our power
to live free out of matrex
as decreed by God.

I am on the edge of my seat.
For it is time to align with love.
Yes, tomorrow is here.
New times are unfolding right here and right now. Can you Feel it?
Be the change you want to see. Live Love.
Star BG Nov 2018
As I sit, drinking with sacred breath
life’s formula of experience,
I observe path taken.
Memories merge with moment.
Dark integrates in pulsating light.

As I sit, wandering with minds eye
before standing inside grace
I hear precious hearts song.
Music echoes within for peace.
Purpose aligns with Avatar self.

As I stand, dancing on horizon
before returning to source I smile,
I feel the power of love.
Wisdom anchors for action.
Human costume vibrates
to celebrate.
Life unfolds
to know I WILL make a difference.
inspired by Sophia
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2018
the part that you forget?
is the part that...
   kills you...
                 copper skinned
havens of Southend -
cobble-stone beaches?
                mitigating a
lover for fish, flesh...
  subsequently eating shelled
proteins?!
                           come tomorrow,
you'd have enough time to
reflect...
              Mac Faraday -
                     *******
Rangers, Hearts, protestants -
Celtic, Hibernian, Catholics...
                    i love the Scotch -
                          the most
                          pleasing peoples
on these isles -
never outstay or surrender
their welcome...
                     to be honest?
the only people alive
on these isles to tell you a neat
nibble concerning the tides...
   the rest?
sheep-shaggers.
  and that's that...
                  if they're Welsh
and don't speak a breath /
breadth of Cymru -
or they're "Irish"...
and don't speak an ounce
of Gaelic?
                   ******* mongrel!
nay spekken Gaelic?
   mongrel...
  mongrel...
mongrel!
                i don't trust you!
ups the turmeric up
the fiery ***!
   begun the donkey's gallop
with indian spices!
        ******...
          but at least the Velsh
play the right sort of game:
they know the linguistic domino...
CYMRU!
            CYMRU!
                      and that is what
i love them for...
    no Gaelic? no lost F in T...
  Fe tucking bother!
        take a fake: a **** y'er
McDougal!
                no Gaelic? no *******
Catholic mass, ever,
in Dub-lean!
                          Dubbers' corner...
no no... i never thought
i'd come around to liking the
Welsh...
but...
   they have linguistic pride!
care and who gives a ****
about the english mongrel tongue!
i will not forge a pact
with these squish-squashy
pardon chills of a peoples -
                     like i said before,
in Cardiff:
you want my native tongue?
you better cut it off...
    but sure...
you can have your Pakistani and
Afghan migrants tying up the treason
card, forging ungodly alliances
by forging a forgetfulness of their
native tongue...
                       the moment that
happens?
i'll be toying with the concept
of abortion...
       oh no no no...
                   the Welsh i can respect
for retaining their need to retain
and incubate Cymru -
the Scots need to be pushed on
their Gaelic...
   the Irish need to be spanked
to improve their hierarchic
      foo-nd-ation...
                               no dodo bound to
a mile from where i'm writing...
English is mongrel...
                          mischlingsprache...
i'm not forgetting my language
invigorated by birth...
             that's no way to properly
integrate...
     if a man is without a decency clause
of respecting his integral culture...
then what he integrates into
is a subversive integration of a subversion
of the allowance
to integrate, per se...

             perhaps the supposed "culture"
allows copper skinned sun tanning
as being superior...
but the same culture forgot...
i have retained my mother tongue...
your so-called pristine examples
of integration? forgot theirs...
                     why would i want to ****
a british person?
   it's enough to watch them exfoliate
in their misery!
Star BG Jan 2018
With deepened breath I take to visit
dancing in a warm summer rain in mind.
Drifting in a realm without time
just harmonious moments
serenade by my own heartbeat.

With deepened breath, I move within
traveling in a mediative journey.
Opening doorways to places
where wisdom harbors
and serenity lies.

With deepened breath, I awaken
expanding inside gratitude
Seeing the beauty around me.
Where dark integrates with light
and I understand
everything has a purpose.

With deepened breath I recall
moving in truth of who I am.
eternal gift seeker and
to align with love
and make a difference.
Inspired by Nagi Thank you You are an inspiration
Star BG Oct 2018
Inside the abode of heart I sing
Gyrating to dance with light.
Smiling inside eternal glow.
Swelling with inner illumination.

Inside the abode of heart I anchor.
Moments fade away
Night wings take me afar
Visions merge with sparkling stars.
And sun shines in highway sky.

Inside abode of heart I dance.
Dreams become reality.
Light integrates dark.
Love pulsates outward divinely.

Inside abode of heart I move
Gracefully continuing to exist
Walking with one step after another
Flying with one breath after another
Bonding with Gods hand one lifetime after another.

Freedom calls. Freedom Calls.
Inspired by  Dyra the magnificence -Thank you
Star BG Aug 2017
Blessings on this grand day
where the wind blows to hug, 
sun shines to warm,
and earth vibrates with song.

Blessings on this grand day,
where light integrates dark,
fear becomes transmuted to love,
and everyone knows who they are.


StarBG © 2017
Blessings fellow poets
Star BG Dec 2017
I plant a spiraling breath into heart
a seed of love,
carefully cultivating it with intentions.

Intentions for peace
harmony, and compassion
to flourish divinely.

Roots go deep
into soul of self,
weaving its way to anchor in dreams.

Desires expand
as blossoms bud
and visions surface
with colorful exposure.

Music orchestrated by birds
give wings to dancing feet
as warm blessings surround.

Shadows integrates with light
making way
for balance and grounding.

Gratitude echoes from every cell,
as they travel quenching each *****
to enhance powerful heartbeat.

I am a Sunflower sprouting energies of light.
I am a Rose expanding with scent to caress.
I am a Lotus opening inside peacefulness.

I am a bouquet of flowers
gifting the world
with beauty.
I was inspired by this quote by Ester Hicks “Within the seed of your desire is everything necessary for it to blossom to fulfillment. And Law of Attraction is the engine that does the work. Your work is just to give it a fertile growing place in order to expand.”
Star BG Feb 2018
Ears posing,
as magnets to songs open
while music drifts gracefully.
Sounds spin,
with invisible motion
tantalizing hairs that sway like grass in wind.
Vibrations travel,
making way for tide waves of happy to anchor.
Music,
the song of soul
integrates
in day thats destined for dreams.
Inspired by chat with John McFadyen  Thanks
Star BG Feb 2018
I shall love thy self. To sing in delicious residence
to match fingers that gently dance on keys.
Heart beats gracefully
to sound of wind that carries phases.
To light that integrates dark.

I do sing caressing pen like wand
as cape woven with self love wraps the moment.
As moment reveals rainbow sun.

I am a gift like all
ready to consciously connect
to the rhythm of life
inside a love song
of prose and truth.
Inspired by John McFadyen's poem "For You"
Thanks
Star BG Oct 2018
You have been bitten by the good-morning bug.
The one where side effects travel deep.
Eyes widen to see beauty in everything.
Heart opens with song to feel blessings.

You have been bitten by the good-morning bug.
Resistance is futile as it effects entire body.
Feet dance inside grace, as birds sing.
Time dissipates replaced with gratitude.
Ego jargon is put to sleep.

You have been bitten by the good morning bug.
where love replaces fear and doubt.
Wisdom enters breath for understanding.
Light integrates dark to seed new dawn.
Dreams pulsate to become reality.

YOU HAVE BEEN bitten by the good-morning bug.
for the new energies have birthed it.  
Connections to all things bring peace.
Tears of joy vibrate filling air.
Hands reach out to aid one another.

Peace on earth has a chance.
Stay tuned for the next poem called Love bug. :)
Star BG Dec 2018
Gloom and doom
you shan't not get
your vice round thee.

For I hold reins of love
strongly to steer clear.

Dark thoughts
you won't consume me
for sun returns each day
with rays to persevere.

No you can’t suffocate me,
as self has toiled to recognize
your nasty jargon that surfaces
and breath is infused
with laughter at thought.

Mind integrates with heart
to carve new beginnings.
To dwell in the home of heart,
as bells tolls
to the truth of God within.

Oh no your monstrous fangs
will eat my flesh no more,
as self in warrior mode
command you to melt away.
To cease your rambling
for suffer I won’t
under your rule.

Not this day, or ever.
Inspired by Poe and Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Star BG Sep 2017
I am a living breathing being
on journey.
Air cool to face
breath merging with moment
sky tickling eyes.

My soul awakes,
as energies touches heart.
Feet move gracefully.
Eyes open wide.
Colors become vibrate.

I am a living expanding being,
on journey.
Stars speak with grace.
Light integrates with dark.
Gifts align to explore.

My soul sings
as light carries wisdom.
Ears ring with song.
Body tingles energizing.
Feelings explode within.

I now know all things
trees, rocks, animals,
people, even weeds
are on journey
having story to tell.

Time to open hearts champaign
with breath of life.
Time to celebrate
every moment connected
with all in unity and love.
inspired by
the Ascended Masters, Galactics, Earth Elementals, Faery Elders, Angels and Archangels known as the Collective
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2017
i can't understand why immigrants tear out their mother tongue and perform a ridiculous act of integration... the whole: "english, born and bred" - oh yeah, eskimos in saudi arabia, igloos made from solidified sand! i'll eat an english breakfast, i'll support west ham, i'll give into shamelessness, whatever you ask... but i wonder: wouldn't these immigrants be better integrated if they at least managed to retain their mother tongue, while speaking the language of integration? disavowing the mother tongue breeds a disavowal of the culture being immersed in... disavowal of the mother tongue breeds contempt for the culture one integrates into... the day i stop speaking western slavic, is the day you cut my tongue out, and make me eat it! i ask you: is it not better to retain your mother tongue, and imitate the culture you live in, or, is it better to disavow yourself from the mother and embrace the father, the land, while at the same time faking integration? i know i'm faking, because i am merely a: mimic in situ... but at least i have the decency to respect my origins, which translates into: not desecrating my foreign surroundings... how many of these terrorists can recite the quran, with the recitation being in: necessary arabic? i respect the culture i appropriated by respecting the most important aspect of my own origin culture: the mother tongue remains, even though i am beyond the fatherland... you lose that: you lose any sense of decency - for both cultures, even within the proximity of the shared european experience - no such conundrum for an englishman learning french, is there?*

i remember a drawing my ex-girlfriend
showed me when i was revisiting
edinburgh for the graduation
ceremony and was helping her write
an essay while she was wriggling out
a joint for me for the supposed "added
intellectual" stimulation...
  her then new b/f, high on l.s.d. walked
in, looked at me,
   with a look of a budding fear -
   as if: something was imminent or at leaat
about to take surreal dimensions of
extensions...
        i was dope eyed and to think of it:
only remember it now.
the drawing of her dream?
  her kneeling, arms outstretched -
with a sword lying on the ground...
apparently me, standing before her,
my back turned in the drawing,
holding a sword...
            my epitome of the meaning
of either judgement, or: mercy...
  rarely do people peer through a window
of someone's snapshot of the psyche -
it seems hard to imagine
  the dream-narrator as nothing more
than an automaton -
     as if: there is no choice in what we
wish to dream of...
                     but also:
we never seem to experience dreams
in the first person, that ever apparent
third party of the person sleeping.
Phi Kenzie Jul 2018
Asleep within a crevice
located between two rocks and a stone
if you drove deep enough to where nobody goes
there’s a hole with a whole boatload
of varying souls.

To the rods and cones they are nothing
as far as the eye can see,
to be seen is to be empty
like a large tank with sand, water, and coral
but missing a fish for which to swim in.

The peace it brings releases ease
and steeps in sleep awful disease.
It’s my steeple for people
who fear in unequals
and read into receipts to steer clear of evil.

The everything that permeates this place
is inflated solely by negative space
like a race that integrates grace
as a pace to be chased
erasing traces of hatred by opting faceless to waste.
Star BG Nov 2017
A wondrous story
of triumph inside life is expanding
as my consciousness awakes.

The journey of loneliness
now dissipates.
Vibrations of doubt and insecurities
are released for freedom.
All programs of fear from the elites agenda melts away.

Light integrates empowering body for peace.
Heart opens to sing,
as Mother Gia harmonic song echoes.
The strength of the collective human heart is unstoppable.
And so am I,
so are YOU.
Inspired byCetaceans of Sirius B from across the galaxy
Amessmind Sep 2018
How to define "I"?
Does this "I" really exist?

"I" exist only in others' eyes in one sense
Cause no one can fully know my past
"I" can be anything but myself

Then what about the nonexistent "I" ?
It lingers in the universe
Integrates with everything
And if you ask what it is
It's just nothing
Star BG Feb 2018
INSIDE THE RHYME OF LIFE, I SING
CELEBRATING AS INK HITS PAPER.
AS WORDS DANCE
ON VELIUM PLATFORM.

SWIRLING ENERGIES MESH
WITH BREEZE AS HEARTBEATS SPIRAL.
AS LIGHT INTEGRATES WITH DARK
IN THE MASTERPIECE OF LIFE.

A LIFE WHERE SOUL
RISING TO THE COMING SUN,
AND MOMENTS WEAVE
A TAPESTRY OF LOVE.
INSPIRED BY JENNIFER DELONG. THANK YOU.

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